Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 460
"It records the basic information of all Yuan Dan and foundation-building monks of our sect currently in Tianshou Island. Take a closer look. If you encounter them in the wild, don't hurt your peace."

Yin Xianyi flicked a finger, shot out a jade slip, and said with a smile.

"Senior Yin, don't worry, there is no difference between the disciples of the noble sect and the members of the younger generation. If they are in danger, the younger generation will draw their swords to help!"

After scanning the contents of the jade slips, Chen Ping made a promise.

"If they don't take your sniper's arrow, I will achieve my goal."

Yin Xianyi sneered from the bottom of her heart, but on the surface she couldn't help nodding her head and praised: "My little friend's position, I have always believed in it."

"The junior has one last thing to ask for."

Chen Ping cupped his fists together suddenly, and deliberately looked around a few times.

Seeing this, Yin Xianyi ejected a few wisps of mana to seal off the surrounding area, and said, "Please tell me, little friend."

"come out!"

Raising his wrist, Chen Ping drank the Spirit Beast Bracelet, and a thunder dragon with flashing purple light rushed out, bowing its body with its teeth and claws open, showing an arrogance and domineering momentum.

However, after realizing the existence of Yin Xianyi, Lei Jiao immediately trembled all over, and the huge dragon body shrank into a ball.

"Third-rank Thunder Jiao?"

Yin Xianyi glanced sideways, without any fluctuation in her tone.

As a Jindan real person, the little Leijiao is not such a rare spirit beast.

"Trouble Master Yin to take action and use the soul-searching technique on this Jiao!"

Chen Ping grinned and said grimly.

Soul search?

Lei Jiao suddenly felt five thunders hitting his head, and slapped his tail to the void in circles, roaring angrily: "Human monk, how dare you play me?"

Now, it finally understands why Chen Ping has left it alone for many years. It turns out that this cunning human race has already prepared the means to concoct it.

Although demon souls and human souls are not quite the same, the success rate of searching for souls can reach as high as [-]% to [-]% if a cultivator at the Golden Core Realm goes out in person!
The Lei Jiao who was being teased was furious and ran wildly in the box, but with Yin Xianyi's suppression, the big news couldn't be spread.

But Chen Ping remained indifferent, the more furious Lei Jiao was, the more comfortable he felt.

"You don't want to succeed!"

Lei Jiao suddenly exuded an extremely violent aura, and after his body expanded and shrank, a light black thunder demon power emerged out of thin air, and he would rather die than submit to the self-destruct act.

"Little reptile, life and death in front of this palace is up to you!"

Yin Xianyi sneered coldly, and flicked her sleeve skirt lightly again, a blue full moon jumped from top to bottom, covering Lei Jiao in it.

The full moon then spun rapidly, and circles of green smoke rippled immediately, and the light and shadow of the moon filled the entire box for a while.

Chen Ping stared at the erratic full moon for a while, and suddenly felt dizzy and dizzy, and couldn't help being shocked.

Yin Xianyi's casual spell can actually affect his mind, which shows the supernatural power of the middle-stage Jindan monks.

Not to mention the Lei Jiao who was casted, there is no way to resist at all.

The full moon spun for three breaths, and finally collapsed and disappeared with a "bang" under Yin Xianyi's seal, turning into little stars.

Lei Jiao's 20-foot-long body reappeared, floating in mid-air, motionless.

I saw that the thunder demon power overflowing from the dragon's body had all returned to calm, and it was also unconscious with its head tilted, with strings of stinky spittle hanging from its huge dragon head.

"Senior Yin is invincible!"

Chen Ping hastily clapped his hands and gave a resounding flattery.

"Fortunately, this little dragon is only at the beginning of the third stage. If the cultivation level is higher, I will not be able to search for its soul."

Yin Xianyi gave Chen Ping a white look, and said with a smile: "You can come and take this little reptile away in a month."

"During this time, the junior just happened to go to get some points."

Nodding, Chen Ping said with gratitude.

"Shuangcheng Pavilion has a rule that those who want to receive jade medal points must show their true appearance."

Sweeping at his face, Yin Xianyi reminded.

"Thank you, Senior Yin, for your suggestion."

Chen Ping cupped his hands again.

His current strength is close to that of the Jindan early stage, so there is no need to continue to hide his head and show his tail.

"correct."

Yin Xianyi put her hands behind her back, and said with a serious expression: "Three months ago, Master Nephew Chu announced that he had closed the death test to attack the bottleneck of the golden core. He has two drops of astrological essence bestowed by Senior Brother Gu on his body, at least forty-five percent , [-]% probability, you have to prepare in advance."

"Junior knows."

Chen Ping opened his mouth and said helplessly.

There are many things in the world that are unpredictable.

Thinking that he and Chu Qingling have never met each other, but they have developed a lot of hatred for each other.

The cause was naturally Jin Zhaoheng, and the one who deepened the hatred was Shen Wanwan.

Not to mention the former, it was he and the Broken Star Gate who took the initiative to provoke.

But to put it harshly, Shen Wanwan said that it was Yin Xianyi who forcibly pushed it to him, so no matter how you look at it, she feels a little wronged.

However, now that he and Shen Wanwan have formed a relationship as a Taoist couple, Chen Ping will not regret it.

Even if Chu Qingling's chance is not shallow, so what if he advances to Jindan?

After he takes out all the spirits of fire essence in the golden bead space and refines them, he may not be afraid of this person who just broke into the golden core in a one-on-one fight.

……

Watching Chen Ping leave the spirit ship, Yin Xianyi's smile gradually subsided.

In Lanyue Sect, she has always been known as a strict elder, and she rarely treats her disciples kindly.

What made her laugh and cry was that during the short few meetings with Chen Ping, the number of smiling faces was more than in the past ten years.

My own condescension is really just to maintain a good relationship with this junior.

It would be of great benefit to her if she could exchange for the inheritance of the mystical art of the soul.

At least there is no need to worry about the spiritual level of the Nascent Soul bottleneck.

But Yin Xianyi knows the truth that hot tofu cannot be eaten in a hurry.

Fortunately, she is not yet four hundred years old, so there is no rush for her lifespan to be sufficient.

Sitting down slowly, Yin Xianyi grabbed a second-tier monster skin from the storage ring, wrote a letter with his own hand, and it was stained with a trace of mana.

This letter was written to Qian Wusheng, and the lines between the lines showed her determination to defend Chen Ping.

As for whether Chen Ping sued the villain first and slandered the Qihuang Chamber of Commerce, Yin Xianyi was too lazy to entangle.

With one less rival, Lanyue Pavilion's intelligence business will rise a lot, so why not do it!

After dealing with the matter at hand, Yin Xianyi coldly glanced at the unconscious Lei Jiao, with a look of indifference on his face.

It was really troublesome to search for a third-order monster, so she told Chen Ping to come back in a month.

……

With a move of consciousness, Chen Ping returned to his original appearance, and went straight to a huge palace not far away.

The pavilion is only divided into three floors from top to bottom, and each floor has several entrances. In the middle is a gate about two feet high, with a silver plaque engraved with the three characters "Shuangcheng Pavilion".

In front of the temple gate, on a high platform like an altar, four black-armored monks stood there, guarding the safety with solemn expressions.

Chen Ping squinted his eyes, and immediately found out that these black-armored monks were major repairs in the early and middle stages of Yuan Dan.

This Shuangcheng Pavilion is so grand!
The monks who were placed outside enough to coerce a small sea area actually acted as ordinary guards.

But when he thought that the Shuangcheng Pavilion was jointly established by the nine Jindan sects, Chen Ping didn't feel any fuss.

Pursing his lips, Chen Ping tiptoed and floated onto the stone platform.

What caught the eye was a bright hall nearly a thousand feet long.

Hundreds of monks hurried past in the hall, seeming very busy.

Around the hall, there are more than a dozen exits that are the same as the passage he is in, and monks come in and out.

All the way up to the second floor unimpeded, dozens of small divided halls appeared in front of Chen Ping.

In half of the small halls, some monks gathered together, saying something with different expressions.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, Hushan and his party have made you a lot of money, right?"

In a small hall closest to Chen Ping, an old man with white hair and a blue face asked with a smile.

The object of the old man's questioning was a blue-eyed man with a height of seven feet.

The two of them had a good personal relationship, and the man didn't hide it, he said carelessly: "It's all about killing two blood plum foxes in the late stage of the second rank, and the total is only forty points, not as good as Brother Fu, you should have 120 points in your hand Bar?"

The white-haired old man was deeper in the city, and he didn't answer the man's temptation directly. He rolled his eyes and said, "Fu Mou got another news a few days ago. There is a group of fiery rhinoceros living on the other side of Pohu Lake. The leader is the second-order peak. , Is Fellow Daoist Wang interested in planning and planning with me? The harvest will still be divided equally according to last time!"

"The Pohu Lake five thousand miles west of the Guzhou Plain?"

The blue-eyed man thought for a moment, then said hesitantly: "In two days, there will be a medium-sized auction every March. I want to go after participating."

"Haha, I thought you had some concerns!"

After hearing this, the white-haired old man laughed, and said in agreement: "Fu is also planning to participate in this medium-sized auction. Anyway, there are still a few months before the end of the meeting of the two cities. There is no need to rush to eliminate the monsters."

The next moment, Chen Ping walked past the two with the same expression.

Although the two of them communicated through sound transmission with their spiritual consciousness, their mere cultivation of foundation building and Dzogchen could not escape his eyes and ears.

Every word is almost the same as speaking in his ear.

Chen Ping naturally ignored the group of fiery rhinos.

He was very interested in the medium-sized auction mentioned by the two of them.

As far as he knows, this auction will be held jointly by the five Jindan factions in Yanning City.

The rare high-grade ore, Qingfeng Longjicao, Qingxu Hualou Dan, etc., may all appear in the treasures in his purchase list.

The small open halls on the second floor of the Shuangcheng Pavilion should be specially used for monks to discuss affairs.

Chen Ping unceremoniously intercepted the conversations of the cultivators, and found that most of their discussions were about points, monsters, auctions and other words.

"Well, he's here too?"

When passing a small hall, Chen Ping had a look of surprise in his eyes.

I saw three monks, two men and one woman, sitting against the wall.

The trio clearly divided into two factions.

The purple-robed monk with a goatee sitting alone on one side was an acquaintance who surprised Chen Ping slightly.

This person is his cheap fellow, Yang Ziyu, the suzerain of Luo Huazong.

On the other side, a man with red phoenix eyes and a woman in a black dress are leaning very close, it seems that they are very likely to be a Taoist couple.

Both of them are not low in cultivation, reaching the middle stage of Yuan Dan.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, in view of your contribution in this campaign, you can only take [-]% of the spoils!"

The man with red phoenix eyes stretched out a finger and said lightly.

The strange thing is that he obviously used a high-spirited tone, but it gave off a gentle feeling.

"I'm afraid this is inappropriate. In order to intercept the Peacock King, Yang lost a low-grade Taoist artifact. If he only shares [-]%, he may not even be able to recover the cost!"

Yang Ziyu defended weakly, with a submissive look.

"The distribution of spoils has always been decided by the leader of the horse. If you are dissatisfied, go directly to complain to him."

The woman in the black skirt smiled and said sarcastically.

"Yang knows that his supernatural powers are low, so he is quitting the alliance now, please apologize for me and the leader Ma."

His face changed from blue to red for a long time, Yang Ziyu suddenly took a deep breath, and said decisively.

"Ha ha!"

The woman in the black skirt obviously had a bitter and mean temper. When she saw Yang Ziyu lose her temper, she immediately sarcastically said: "The rules of this alliance are clearly written, don't you think you can retreat as soon as you want?"

"Besides, the alliance will go all out to mine the newly found vein. In this sensitive period, if you choose to quit, is it because you have the idea of ​​leaking information to the outside world!"

"Sister Ling!"

The man with phoenix eyes covered his hands, and interjected: "Fellow Daoist Yang, I think you'd better go and apply to the leader Ma in person, we husband and wife can't decide on this matter."

As the two sang together, Yang Ziyu's complexion sank.

But recalling the frightening supernatural powers of monk surnamed Ma, he was so cold that he didn't dare to show it.

At this time, the three of them didn't know that their silent spiritual conversation had been overheard by a person outside the door.

……

"Brother Yang!"

At the moment when the scene fell into embarrassment, Chen Ping let out a soft cry, and then walked into the small hall calmly.

"Chen... senior brother!"

Hearing someone calling him, Yang Ziyu was taken aback for a moment, but after seeing the appearance of the man in the blue shirt, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly followed his words.

Both the man with red phoenix eyes and the woman in black skirt were shocked, and there was a trace of panic in their eyes as they looked at each other.

Being silently intruded into the surrounding area by a strange monk means that there is no need to repeat it.

"Fellow Daoist, are you Yang Ziyu's senior brother?"

The man with Danfeng eyes forced a smile, clasped his fists and said.

The aura of the green-shirted monk was unrestrained, thick and extremely oppressive, all of which showed that he was a genuine Yuandan Dzogchen monk.

But the details of Luo Huazong have been investigated by them long ago. This sect is weak, and it is just a new Yuandan force in Fuyou City.

The strongest is Yang Ziyu in the early Yuan Dan period.

If there is a Yuan Dan Dzogchen on his back, why did he beg to join the alliance?

The man kept looking at Chen Ping, the suspicion on his face never retreating.

"Why, do I still need to be certified by you if I am his senior brother?"

Chen Ping's expression remained unchanged, and he asked a cold question.

"Don't dare to go down."

Cultivator Danfengyan was stared at by him, and suddenly his heart felt cold.

"The concubine is Bai Ling, and he is the concubine's Taoist Tongguan. We are all members of the Kunpeng League."

Seeing her husband deflated, the woman in the black dress quickly spoke.

"Kunpeng League?"

After Chen Ping was stunned, he raised his eyebrows and said, "You are so proud of your alliance!"

It wasn't that he deliberately provoked.

Kunpeng, one of the true spirits of the monster race in ancient times, has a record about it that has been handed down to this day.

The kun turned into a bird, and it was called Peng. The back of the Peng was thousands of miles away, flying in anger, and its wings were like clouds hanging from the sky.

According to various ancient records, Kunpeng's supernatural powers even overwhelmed the real dragon.

Chen Ping didn't know which bold and arrogant person took the name of "Kunpeng League".

In the world of cultivation, there are some things that need to be revered and avoided.

"Speak to fellow Daoist Ma for me, I took Junior Brother Yang away, and from now on, he has nothing to do with the Kunpeng League."

Chen Ping waved his hand impatiently, and stepped out first.

"Goodbye, two friends."

Yang Ziyu who had pulled the tiger's skin straightened his chest, cupped his fists casually, and followed Chen Ping's pace.

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